I was a terror since the public school era/Bathroom passes, cutting classes, squeezing asses/Smoking blunts was a daily routine/Since 13, a chubby nigga on the scene

Biggie comes out the gate like a wild bull, and no one is safe – not your mom, not your dad, and definitely not the prophets of years past. His hook is basically a giant steel-toed boot to the chest of the Last Poets. But then again that’s what it’s about, taking what you think is yours and owning it.

Riff by Jeff Min

Jeff Min is a Chicago-based writer at SONGLYRICS. His work has appeared in the Chicago Sun-Times, Hi-Fructose, Wax Poetics, SLAM, and HOOP.